Envy Over Coffee

Envy over coffee
Out the window,
Down the street.

Seeing lives of stars
And matches made in heaven.

Is my life like that?
I ask as I sip.
Do they live in fear
That were meaningless too?

Walks in the park,
Framing perfect endings;
I envy over coffee,
Losing hope in my life.

Now my coffee has run dry.

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